âHaving trouble, bridgeboy?â Adolin asked, trotting up. Kaladin glanced at the princeling. Stormfather, but it was difficult not to feel tiny when riding beside that monster of Adolinâs. Kaladin tried to kick his horse faster. She kept clopping along at her one speed, walking around the circle here that was a kind of running track for horses. âSpray might have been fast during her youth,â Adolin said, nodding at Kaladinâs mount, âbut that was fifteen years ago. Iâm surprised sheâs still around, honestly, but she seems perfectly suited for training children. And bridgemen.â
Painted in Procreate with my watercolour brushes.
Indignant Kal being stormfaced, and insufferable Adolin being gorgeous. đ
I couldnât help but notice THIS resemblance:
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